Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, Towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, And she's gone.
Zeer zeker... Beauty van een song door de statement van muziek zo ongeveer. (Poeslief is er naar vernoemd)
Komt ie I don; t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair in your head Leave you as you are If He felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms